You’re not supposed to know of this
You’re not supposed to feel a thing
But I’ve seen how they tear you apart
The alcohol, *the cutlery*
The words that cripple
And whispers that sting
Little boys and girls raise themselves
With tenderness *and ease*
She *stutter* steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn’t happened yet
You’re more than this to me
You’re worth more than you can see
I don’t care what the books had, girl
You didn’t die in vain
I found you hanging on their words
From the noose you let them
Tie around your neck
*They* took thirteen years *from* you
But you *kept* the rest
Aches and pains and medicines
Mean nothing if you can’t feel your skin
Little boys and girls *this seems like hell*
*But you’re* worth more than you can take
She *stutter* steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn’t happened yet
You’re more than this to me
You’re worth more than you can see
I don’t care what the *book said* girl
You didn’t die in vain
I know a girl who shares *a* name
With a guardian
She was a saint
She was a saint (x3)
*They say she took her life today
But I don’t believe a word they say*
*I know a girl who shares a name
With a guardian don’t be ashamed
She was a saint*
She *stutter* steps through dreams
And to relatives it seems
That history just hasn’t happened yet
Cause I know a girl who shares her name
With a guardian
Don’t be a saint
She was a saint
(Thanks to skyla for these lyrics)
Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics
